Chapter 800

When Stella finally recognized the face that had appeared in front of her, she smiled.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “It‘s you!”

“What are you doing here, Miss Steele?”

Ben was initially surprised, but he became slightly embarrassed when he noticed the expressions
on Stella‘s face.

“Did you think that I was Mr. Ford?” he asked. “He‘s still in a meeting right now. I came down to get som
e documents for him. How about waiting for him in his office instead, Miss Steele?”

The receptionist sprang to her feet
when she saw Ben politely addressing the woman and held her breath in terror. She had assumed that
the woman was suspicious when even Daisy didn‘t know her, but judging from how Ben treated
her; she must be someone really special to Mr. Ford.

Did she just make a terrible mistake not letting her in?

But Stella had no intention to cause the receptionist any trouble.

“Don‘t tell Weston that I‘ll be waiting for him in his office, okay? I want to give him a surprise!”

“Okay,” replied Ben without any hesitation,

He was sure that Weston would be fine with
it, in fact, as things stood, even if Stella wanted Weston to get her the stars in the sky, Ben was sure th
at Weston would do anything in his power to get them for her or dle trying



Today was the first time Stella
came to Weston‘s office on her own accord. Ben had shown her into the office and left. Now all
alone, she sat down in his chair and slowly closed her eyes.

For some reason , Weston‘s office chair felt, unlike any other chair she had ever sat on. It made her fee
l as if she was on top of the world. She immensely enjoyed the

feeling.

With her eyes closed, she swiveled
the chair back and forth and swung her legs without a care in the world until the chair suddenly stopped
moving.



Stella could feel the presence of someone else close by. She detected a scent, a familiar
scent that could only belong to Weston. He smelled clean with a hint of

coldness.

A smile cropped up on her face before she could control herself, but she still
would not open her eyes. She knew exactly who was there with her, but she pretended to be asleep.

The next thing she knew, Weston pinned her against the chair’s backrest and
kissed her ravenously. He was forceful and unyielding. Stella felt like she was being sucked
into a vortex where there was nothing she could do to escape.

“Weston...” she moaned and complained , wishing to get away from him.

Weston pulled away, only for him to return again
a second later as he kissed her just as greedily as he did before. Stella tried to turn away



from him, but as his lips parted, his hot breath enveloped her face, and she couldn‘t get away from him
no matter how hard she tried.

Sensing that she would soon be out of breath, Weston
slowly let go of her. He raised her chin and whispered in her ear, “Say my name.”

“...What?”

His raw passion was evident and too powerful for her to
handle. She reached out her hand and grabbed his necktie.

“No!” she pleaded. “Don‘t do this…”

Weston took hold of her wrists and
raised her arms above her head. His wristwatch felt stone cold as it pressed against her skin.

“Say my name,” he repeated.

The coldness of his watch contrasted with the heat

coming from the palm of his hand, and it made Stella shrink away from him.

Weston chuckled under his breath before pulling her back towards him. “Didn‘t you
say you wanted to give me a surprise ?” He teased her. “Why are you shying away from me now?”

Stella became clear–headed for a moment, and she grumbled, “I told Ben to keep it a
secret! Why did he tell you about it?”

“Did you forget that he works for me?”


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